Two lovely, gorgeous, amazing, wonderful, delightful and NOT AT ALL SURPRISING bits from a handwritten letter from Nelson Eddy (whose distinctive handwriting is unmistakable) to Jeanette, Christmas, 1935. What we’ve been able to learn is he’s thanking her for Christmas—not for a present—but for the sharing of the holiday. “And yes, he tells her he loves her!”

If you’re excited right now, raise your glass.

If you still don’t think this is real, raise your eyelids.

He closes, thus:

PLEASE NOTE THAT THAT IS YOUR.

NOT YOURS.

YOUR NELSON.

THERE ARE FOUR LETTERS THERE. Y O U R.

HER NELSON.

Air. I need air. I need air to breathe.

Nearly adequate expression of my feelings, below: